(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

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"I found and killed a group of cranium rats in the rubble of an old
passageway."
Hargrimm nodded, obviously pleased. "Thou have our thanks. May the Silent
King watch over thee."
"So... can you speak to the Silent King for me, now?"
It held up its palm. "No. By the power of the Silent King, thou shalt not leave
this place." The intonation was beginning to get rather tiring.
I scrubbed a hand through my tangled black hair in frustration. "But... what
else can I do to convince you that we mean you no harm?"
The skeleton priest hrmmmed deeply, the lights of its eyes dimming as it
thought. "Soego. Rid us of that damnable Dustman, and I shall speak to the
Silent King of thy freedom. However... I do not seek to have him
assassinated. Merely give us a reason to remove him from the Dead
Nations."
I had no love for the Dustmen, but this was going to be difficult. Soego had
been spending a great deal of time in solitude, poring over musty old books
on the philosophy of death and rhetoric. Perhaps he was trying to
strengthen his arguments before he went to the pulpit again. With his
gloomy presence always in the kip, it would be impossible to snoop around
freely.
Might as well explore this civilization a little more.
After shopping a little from a skeleton merchant, we walked down one hall
only to bump into a skeleton shaking its head and giggling to itself. It
guffawed and snorted occasionally, biting down on its bony hand to stop
itself. The thing was old enough that no meat was left on its bones... only a
few colored rags.
"Greetings, yes!" It sniggered, puffs of dust flying forth with each breath.
Well. This must be the one the other skeleton was talking about, "I
understand you've got a difficult riddle."
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